Chelsea Dagger Meaning

Betrayal--- I thought it was the worst pain I could feel, until I found out my husband wasn't just cheating on me with my sister... He had poisoned me to kill our unborn child so he could finally get married to my sister. 'Sign the divorce papers if you want to save your child , Rose' Wallowing in pain, I watched the man who had once sworn with his life that he loved me with everything in him. The man whom I've sacrificed everything for. My career, my dreams, my identity, and my heart. Was it in exchange for this betrayal all along? My heart twisted in my chest resentfully as tears blurred my vision. His betrayal cut deeper than a dagger, but my only thought at that moment was my unborn child. He was innocent. He didn't deserve to die. He deserved to live no matter the monster his father was. My hand trembled as I signed the divorce paper, my blood soaking every page that I turned. "I have signed the divorce papers, Mathew... Please take me to the hospital. I need to save our baby." I pleaded, my hand clutching my stomach tightly as pain shot through it. I was scared that I might lose my baby if I spent any more minute bleeding. He looked at me, without remorse, his arm wrapping around my sister's waist as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Why should I? Just pack your things and leave." And with that, he turned his back on me, walking away without sparing me another glance as if I didn't exist. As darkness came looming over, my strength slowly draining off, only one question echoed in my mind. Is this really the end?

In a quest to avenge her mother's death, Zemora takes her sister's place and marries the dragon king. Her plan is to kill the dragon king and become the Queen of her pack. Valdimir, a ruthless dragon king who mercilessly destroys werewolves needs an heir to continue his royal lineage and taking the daughter of his worst enemy as his bride was part of his wrath upon the werewolves, planning her destruction once she gives him an heir. They are thrown into a world of chaos full of secrets, lies and vengeance. One has to live for the other to survive but then when love and attraction gets involved, will they be able to put a dagger in their hearts?

"This is wrong. She’s my sister now. I’m supposed to kill every feeling I have for her," I muttered. I’ve always had feelings for her ever since we were in grade school. But I didn’t know how to tell her, so I bullied her instead. I followed her to college because I couldn’t stay away from her. I knew she’d never agree to go out with me. Hearing the news about her mom and my dad getting married was like a dagger to my chest. At first, I thought it would be a good thing if she became my sister, maybe my feelings for her would disappear. But they didn’t. .................... After a terrible heartbreak, Abigail found comfort in her stepbrother. That’s when she realized he had been harboring feelings for her all along and she felt the same. But such love is forbidden.

They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world. He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me. Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally. Said he’d choose me—always. But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal. Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul. And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up. A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me. Alpha Damon. He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences. Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire. Damon wants my help. Needs me close. Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open. But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead. I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him. He’s too young. Too dangerous. Too…everything. But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken. Like I wasn’t disposable. Like I was worth fighting for.